Tutoring the Bad Boy. ~~ He smirked. "Whoops! Look who has read 50 Shades of Grey. Trust me getting kinky is almost every guys dream. I knew you had hidden desires! All the shy ones do." I blushed a little. "No! I don't have any hidden desires." The image of me and Bryan on a bed, with no clothes and handcuffs and ties entering my head. I shook my head vigorously. Hell no! That ain't happening in another millennium. Instantly trying to change the topic, I glanced at my bucket list and then at him. "What are you teaching me?" I asked, fear already gripping me like ivy. He smirked evilly. "How to be a badass." ~~ Once in a while, in the middle of life, love gives us a fairytale. And some fairytale love stories are completely unexpected and thus more memorable. No one expected the class president and the leader of Trouble Triggers to even talk about anything but notes and pencils. But then fate's a bitch and loves to meddle! Their life changes drastically when the good girl- Joanna Williams has to tutor the bad boy- Bryan Cooper. Along with the tutoring comes constant fun, too much bickering, lame jokes, scary sarcasm, idiotic friends, too many unknown emotions, jungles in tummy, bucket lists, unheard secrets and haunting pasts. Maybe some fairytales don't have a happy ending... or do they? (A/N: Contains a lot of 'F' words and grammatical mistakes. Don't say you weren't warned.)

When Mary runs away with her "sister", she finds a cabin out in the woods. She knocks on the door and a little girl comes out. The mother of the child comes out and tells her a story of her childhood. The girl that comes out let's her stay but warns her about an old man that lives in the woods. The little girl says the old man has never been seen out in the daylight. Mary suddenly feels as if she is being watched. She then realizes the old man is already watching. (P.S: YALL I WAS LIKE 13 WHEN I WROTE THIS SO OFC THERE IS GOING TO BE MANY ERRORS AND GRAMMAR MISTAKES.)

The world that everyone once knew, was gone and overtaken- By the infected. Something we call walkers. You may have heard them in stories and all they wanted was 'brains', but they want more than that. They want You.The world was a living hell for all survivors. But when Samantha finds a new group to call friends, will her perspective of wanting to live change when she meets her first love? Read more to find out :)

"Maybe we are nothing, if we have nothing to live for. Maybe we really...just have to live for ourselves." (All characters except Joslyn, her family, and Manny's group are subjected to Robert Kirkman for "The Walking Dead". Any quotes, sayings, or references to this fanfic should be credited to me, or my ig @thewalkingscream. This fanfiction contains mature content such as language, violence, SC. 13+ is the advised reading age.)

He starts to head out the door and I follow. His eyes follow mine as he opens the door, and holds it. "Quite the gentleman." I point out. He laughs and shrugs before answering me. "I try." He chuckles a bit more and it causes me to smile again. The boy catches up to where I'm walking. "I'm Carl by the way." He says, looking over at me. "Rylie." ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••All characters from the show belong to AMC's the walking dead. I take no credit in making THOSE characters, but the story itself is copyright. Do NOT steal my story, my characters, or the story line. Thank you.

Losing everyone she ever loved, Ami is held up by a breakable string. A broken past can either destroy her, or it can make her stronger in this new world.

Alyssa Dixon. From an abusive and drug ridden family. A zombie slayer, and a perfectionest at a crossbow. You could give her any gun, and she could use it. It's been a lonely year for Alyssa. But when she comes across a fence, leading towards a prison. Her life changes. She finds family, love, and hope for her so-called humanity. Join Aly in her fight for her life in...The Third Dixon

"Why are you here?" I asked her. "Reasons. Why are you here?" "Reasons." I answered back & that made her smile. Her smile quickly became one of my favorite things.